This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------575B3BCAB99E5F85F8DB5326 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- Please Visit My Master Genealogical Site http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~rosamili and follow the link there to GG's Genealogical Graphics Free Graphic Sets for the Genealogist Note If there is an +AH4- in the url take it out and replace it with a tilde , the key to the left of the number one along the top of the keyboard. CAPITALIZE it. :) --------------575B3BCAB99E5F85F8DB5326 Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline Received: from neonova.net (bluebox.neonova.net [137.118.128.202]) by emu.prod.itd.earthlink.net (8.9.3-EL_1_3/8.9.3) with SMTP id GAA23715 for <rosamilia@earthlink.net>; Thu, 14 Dec 2000 06:58:06 -0800 (PST) Received: from [208.248.133.226] (HELO Sargent.Sargent) by neonova.net (CommuniGate Pro SMTP 3.1) with SMTP id 47295690; Thu, 14 Dec 2000 09:57:16 -0500 Message-ID: <3A38DF6D.2B22@santel.net> Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2000 08:55:41 -0600 From: Dorothy Sargent <grvdggr@santel.net> Reply-To: grvdggr@santel.net X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.01C-KIT (Win95; U) MIME-Version: 1.0 To: grvdggr@santel.net Subject: Christmas Love Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit CHRISTMAS LOVE Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations -- extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas. My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant." I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise. So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in 10 minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song. Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as "Christmas", I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment -- songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love", I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row -- center stage -- held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas", a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy", and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love". The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her -- a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down -- totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W". The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W". Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood -- the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities. For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear: CHRIST WAS LOVE. And, I believe, He still is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks, Hip, for sending me this. I am sharing it with everybody I can. Happy Holidays to all of you! --------------575B3BCAB99E5F85F8DB5326--

I had the Johnson List address under a personal friend's address...I finally figured out why I keep sending personal things to the list. I have deleted it, which should resolve the problem. Please, and one last time, forgive the mix up. Christen -- Please Visit My Master Genealogical Site http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~rosamili and follow the link there to GG's Genealogical Graphics Free Graphic Sets for the Genealogist Note If there is an +AH4- in the url take it out and replace it with a tilde , the key to the left of the number one along the top of the keyboard. CAPITALIZE it. :)

What is all this??? On 14 Dec 00, at 8:49, rosamilia wrote: > This is a multi-part message in MIME format. > --------------575B3BCAB99E5F85F8DB5326 > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > > > > -- > > Please Visit My Master Genealogical Site > > http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~rosamili > > and follow the link there to GG's Genealogical Graphics > Free Graphic Sets for the Genealogist > > Note > If there is an +AH4- in the url take it out and replace it > with a tilde , the key to the left of the number one > along the top of the keyboard. CAPITALIZE it. :) > > > --------------575B3BCAB99E5F85F8DB5326 > Content-Type: message/rfc822 > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > Content-Disposition: inline > > Received: from neonova.net (bluebox.neonova.net [137.118.128.202]) > by emu.prod.itd.earthlink.net (8.9.3-EL_1_3/8.9.3) with SMTP id GAA23715 > for <rosamilia@earthlink.net>; Thu, 14 Dec 2000 06:58:06 -0800 (PST) > Received: from [208.248.133.226] (HELO Sargent.Sargent) > by neonova.net (CommuniGate Pro SMTP 3.1) > with SMTP id 47295690; Thu, 14 Dec 2000 09:57:16 -0500 > Message-ID: <3A38DF6D.2B22@santel.net> > Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2000 08:55:41 -0600 > From: Dorothy Sargent <grvdggr@santel.net> > Reply-To: grvdggr@santel.net > X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.01C-KIT (Win95; U) > MIME-Version: 1.0 > To: grvdggr@santel.net > Subject: Christmas Love > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > > CHRISTMAS LOVE > > Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful > experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations -- extensive card > writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, > I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family > moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas. > > My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting > season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for > his school's "Winter Pageant." I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd > be working the night of the production. > > Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She > assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. > All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. > Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise. So, the morning > of the dress rehearsal, I filed in 10 minutes early, found a spot on the > cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other > parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students > were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat > cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to > perform their song. Because the public school system had long stopped > referring to the holiday as "Christmas", I didn't expect anything other > than fun, commercial entertainment -- songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, > snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, > "Christmas Love", I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. > > Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy > mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads. > > Those in the front row -- center stage -- held up large letters, one > by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C > is for Christmas", a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for > Happy", and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had > presented the complete message, "Christmas Love". The performance was > going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her -- a small, quiet, girl > in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down -- totally unaware > her letter "M" appeared as a "W". > > The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's > mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood > tall, proudly holding her "W". Although many teachers tried to shush the > children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and > we all saw it together. > > A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, > we understood -- the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday > in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our > festivities. For when the last letter was held high, the message read > loud and clear: CHRIST WAS LOVE. > > And, I believe, He still is. > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > > Thanks, Hip, for sending me this. I am sharing it with everybody I can. > Happy Holidays to all of you! > > > --------------575B3BCAB99E5F85F8DB5326-- > > > ==== JOHNSON Mailing List ==== > Do not cross-post messages to multiple mailing lists on the "To:" line or the "Cc:" line of the e-mail message. > > > ============================== > Join the RootsWeb WorldConnect Project: > Linking the world, one GEDCOM at a time. > http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com > >